Chapter 38 A disciple’s luck is like silk, a master’s luck is like a river, and a Confucian sage’s luck is like a golden dragon!

Author: Time Never Defeats Baboon

Chapter 38 A disciple’s luck is like silk, a master’s luck is like a river, and a Confucian sage’s luck is like a golden dragon!

Chen Mu couldn't help but feel funny when he saw his master showing a curious expression.

Although this little junior brother is now invincible in the world, he still maintains a sincere and innocent heart, which is really rare.

There are many amazing and beautiful people in the world who usually become arrogant and arrogant after achieving certain achievements.

In the end, he ruined his future because of his arrogance.

There are really too few masters like Master who can always maintain their original intention.

Seeing that the Master was so interested, Chen Mu raised his hand, stretched out his two fingers to pinch out a golden band of light as thick as an arm, and said to him:

"Junior brother, please see, this is your luck."

The Master reached out and couldn't hold it at first.

"Junior brother, luck is invisible and cannot be caught by ordinary people." So Chen Mu taught him a method, and now the master was able to grasp it.

"Haha, then, senior brother, what is your luck?" The master was really curious.

Because compared to the disciples' luck that was as thin as a gossamer, the Master's luck that was as thick as an arm was already spectacular.

So, how lucky is Chen Mu?

At this time, Chen Mu smiled slightly, but he did not reach out to the river of luck, but pointed to the land under his feet.

"Well?"

"Brother, what does this mean?"

Chen Mu smiled softly and said calmly:

"The land of the academy beneath your feet is my destiny."

Upon hearing this, the master's eyes widened. He cast his luck into his eyes and used the Zhanqi Technique to look at the land beneath his feet.

This time, he suddenly saw a lucky golden dragon as thick as an earth dragon entrenched under the academy's territory.

With each breath of this huge golden dragon of luck, the spiritual energy in the academy's earth veins was sucked into the dragon's body...

The master was extremely shocked. It turned out that this was the luck of the Confucian sage.

"Brother, I saw it!"

"That golden dragon of luck...is senior brother's luck?"

"That's right." Chen Mu nodded, "It's a pity that I am the only Confucian sage in the academy so far."

"Otherwise, Confucius would not dare to be so arrogant."

While speaking, Chen Mu raised his right hand, and with a flick of his fingers, a ray of golden light flew into the center of the master's eyebrows.

The master naturally did not dodge, "Senior brother, what kind of magical power did you have just now?"

"Open your eyes of luck."

"Now try it and see if you can see Confucius' luck?"

"Oh?" Then, the master turned and looked in the direction of Confucius Gate. Sure enough, the scene he saw this time was completely different from the previous night.

With the help of Chen Mu's excited eye of luck, with this glance, he could see that there were actually five golden dragons of luck entrenched in the holy land of Confucius!

The five dragons sit together in the Holy Land of Confucius.

Among them, the largest one, the Luck Golden Dragon, looks like a flying dragon in the sky, while the other four Luck Golden Dragons respect it as the leader and guard the four directions.

"That is the Dragon of Luck of the Five Sages of Confucius. Have you seen it?"

"I saw it!" The master was shocked and asked Chen Mu: "That dragon of luck flying in the sky belongs to Kong Sheng?"

"Yes."

The master nodded: "Confucianism has been passed down for thousands of years, and the Five Saints were born. It is indeed well-deserved."

The Five Saints of Confucius have already ascended to ascend and passed away.

But even after so many years, the destiny of the saints still remains in the Holy Land of Confucius. The power of the saints is indeed extraordinary!

However, the attentive master also noticed that the five golden dragons of luck of Confucius are now a little lifeless, and are far less vigorous than Chen Mu's golden dragons of luck.

"That day, when I was halfway through writing [The Saint Thief], I attracted the incarnation of Kong Sheng who wanted to stop me."

"But during the battle between the great avenues, Kong Sheng was at a disadvantage and his aura was already damaged. But now you look at the five golden dragons of luck. The golden dragon of luck belonging to Kong Sheng has not been greatly damaged.

“Confucius has lasted for thousands of years and has extremely rich heritage.”

"Now you know why I have to hide my identity?"

"Senior brother is still thoughtful and foresight." Master admired Chen Mu even more this time. As the dean of the academy, he had not considered these things.

"Originally, the fortunes of the Academy and Confucius would not have any intersection."

"But junior brother, look here..."

"Oh?" Master followed Chen Mu's guidance and looked into the river of luck.

He saw a hint of dim luck, no, not just dim...

Chen Mu stretched out his two fingers and pinched a wisp of luck from the golden river of luck belonging to the academy disciples.

"This is the fate of our disciple Ning Xiaochen. Originally, this student was expected to achieve the realm of celestial phenomena, but his luck was cut off!"

The master frowned slightly when he heard this, and he said:

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother came to you this time just for the matter of disciple Ning Xiaochen."

"Disciple Ning Xiaochen, who returned home to visit relatives, was found dead in the countryside earlier today. The murderer did it very cleanly and left no clues."

"Moreover, Ning Xiaochen's hands were cut off. He protected [Liuku Sacred Science] until he died."

"Senior brother, do you know anything about Ning Xiaochen's murderer?"

Before Master finished speaking, he was stopped by Chen Mu.

He waved his hand, held the luck belonging to Ning Xiaochen in his hand, and asked:

"Junior brother, can you see any clues?"

The master was anxious, but he still lowered his head and carefully examined Ning Xiaochen's luck golden thread.

I looked around and found nothing.

Upon seeing this, Chen Mu waved his hand, and the abundant Confucian and Taoist holy power spread magnificently.

The next second, streams of gray mist emerged from Ning Xiaochen's severed golden thread of luck.

The fog is long and extending.

Looking at its direction, it turned out to be Confucius Gate!

The master’s eyebrows widened, his eyes widened with anger, and he asked urgently:

"Senior brother, it was someone from Confucius who did this?!"

Chen Mu nodded and said:

"I think it was the Master of the Confucian Sect who wanted to use [Liuku Sacred Science] to pry into my details and find out my true and false status."

"It's because of me that Ning Xiaochen died tragically."

The master saw that his senior brother put all the blame on himself.

He sternly objected:

"Brother, how is this your fault?!"

"You wrote books and biographies for your disciples, created exercises, and added four hundred years of luck to our academy!"

"This is a great merit and a great good thing!"

"This is Confucius' fault. It was their evil thoughts that killed Ning Xiaochen!"

"Brother, now we are just waiting for your order, and we will attack Confucius Gate! Revenge for Ning Xiaochen!"

Chen Mu shook his head when he heard this and said:

"Junior brother, don't be rash."

"Let me ask you, what is the average cultivation level of Confucian disciples? What is the average cultivation level of my academy disciples?"

The Master hesitated for a moment when he heard the words, and then he said:

"On average, Confucian disciples are in the Vajra realm, with 300 in the Zhixuan realm, and 100 in the Celestial Realm. There are also dozens of great scholars at the Earth Immortal level. They also have the power of the Five Saints of Confucius."

"On average, the disciples of my academy are in the second-level realm. The Vajra and Mysterious Fingers are no more than five fingers. There are three people in the celestial realm. I am the only one in the earthly immortal realm. The only saint is senior brother you..."

After some comparison, Master found out.

The gap between the academy and Confucius is so huge!
To be continued...